I mean, where is it written that guys have to do all the work?! Why do GUYS always have to be the ones to ask girls out?! It's not fair, I tell you! Girls have it made! All they've gotta do is sit back, and watch one guy after another come along, and ask them out. Then, all they've got to do is just decide whether to go out with the poor sap, or lie to him, and tell him they have a boyfriend... Actually, I guess drugs make it easier for some guys. All these guys have to do is flash a bag of weed in front of a girl, and she'll be all over him. Then, once he has her hooked, like a fish, he just reels her in, and offers her all the coke, or pills, or booze that she'll ever need... Thus, this guy insures that he gets to keep the girl for as long as he sees fit. Then, after a while, he kicks her to the curb... But, that's another story for another day... What I'm talking about here, and now, is us poor shy guys, who DON'T do drugs. The NICE guys, who'll treat a girl like a princess, and idol the ground that she walks on, and love her, and respect her until the day he dies. For some strange reason, from my experience at least, girls nowadays don't WANT nice guys. They'd prefer to be treated like crap. They prefer low-life guys, who beat on them, or who go out with other girls... I just don't get it! Oh, but I'm rambling off-topic again...

GUILTY AS CHARGED!!!

Okay, so yeah, that was me, I admit it! That was *ME* that left the note on "Texas Girl's" windshield today. I'm shy, okay?! What else can I do, you know?! She's cute! I'd like to talk to her, but I don't really know how to start a conversation. Especially when both of us are walking with our headphones on. Heh heh. So, I stuck a note on her windshield, with my email address on it. I was, supposedly, going to remain anonymous, and be all mysterious about it, and stuff... But, then I realized, after I left, that the address I used is posted *ALL OVER* the internet! "Texas Girl" could *VERY EASILY* type it in on Google, or Yahoo, or something, and know INSTANTLY, who the weirdo was, who left a note on her windshield. D'oh!!! Oh well... Maybe she doesn't have internet access. Maybe she's not reading this right this minute. Maybe I'll be able to "get my wits about me" one day, and actually talk to her, using words, and stuff...

I just heard some disturbing news. Turns out that my picture is on the Internet! My source says that, apparently, "a friend" was the one who posted my picture like that, for the whole world to see. Man, how humiliating! It even tells where I work, and everything! Gawd, I feel so violated! I wonder what kind of website that could possibly be?! Blogger.com? MySpace.com? Or, heaven's to Betsy, CruelMusic? What's this world coming to?!

"Never Talking To You Again"

Foo Fighters

There are things that I'd like to say,
But I'm never talking to you again.
Things I'd like to phrase someway,
I'm never talking to you again.
Never talking to you again.
Never talking to you.
Tired of wasting all my time
Trying to talk to you.

I'd put you down where you belong,
But I'm never talking to you again.
Show you every way you're wrong,
I'm never talking to you again.
Never talking to you again.
Never talking to you.
Tired of wasting all my time
Trying to talk to you.
Talking to you...

I'm never talking to you again.
Never talking to you again.
Tired of wasting all my time
Trying to talk to you.

HAPPY valentine's day...

"Love Hate Love"

Alice In Chains

I tried to love you

I thought I could
I tried to own you

I thought I would
I want to peel the skin from your face
Before the real you lays to waste

You told me I'm the only one
Sweet little angel- you should have run
Lying, crying, dying to leave
Innocence creates my hell

Cheating myself

Still you know more
It would be so easy

With a whore
Try to understand me little girl
My twisted passion to be your world

Lost inside my sick head
I live for you but I'm not alive
Take my hands before I kill
I still love you, I still burn
Love, hate, love